Yang Haoran put his hand on his forehead, with a black line on his head.
They all say that it’s terrible to be ignorant, but it’s even more terrible for a layman to speak in an expert way.
It was clearly Ling Tianmiao who was trying to control Linxia Zhisaburo, but Mo Linhua actually thought that Ling Tianmiao was in danger!
"Ahem, if you say it's dangerous, then it's dangerous.
Let’s take a look and then talk.”
Mo Linhua frowned even more tightly, and suddenly felt that Yang Haoran was out of control again.
The fear in Linxia Jisaburo's heart continued to amplify.
No matter what methods he used, he could never get rid of Ling Tianmiao's control over him.
Ling Tianmiao clearly had the ability to attack him, but he seemed to be in no hurry.
Looking at that posture, it's like a cat catching a mouse.
The longer time went by, the more desperate Linxia Jisaburo felt, unable to see any way out.
Ling Tianmiao chuckled, his palm always pressing Linxia Zhisaburo's elbow.
"Do you feel frustrated?
What about your arrogance just now? Don’t you think you are very powerful?
I am a person who always values convincing others with virtue, and I know that you must be dissatisfied.
I'll give you a chance to draw your sword, but you have to take advantage of it."
Linxia Zhisaburo looked confused and did not understand what Ling Tianmiao meant.
But suddenly, he felt his elbow loosen, and Ling Tianmiao's palm had been withdrawn.
At the same time, Ling Tianmiao stepped back, widening the distance between him and him.
Ling Tianmiao looked at Linxia Zhisaburo with a half-smile, and even had time to touch his bald head.
With a clang sound, Linxia Jisaburo had already drawn the sword from his waist.
But he was stunned for a moment and did not take action immediately.
The fear of being dominated by Ling Tianmiao has not completely disappeared, and there is actually a kind of nervousness about not knowing what to do.
But to outsiders, it's a completely different picture.
There was already a cheer in the Nigerian camp.
"Everyone, look, Mr. Linxia has drawn his sword!"
"That Chinese man's life is coming to an end. Let's witness Mr. Linxia's exquisite swordsmanship together!"
Yokono Shizo smiled proudly, and he was very satisfied with the high morale around him.
The purpose of inviting Rinxia Jisaburo to come forward this time has been achieved.
The most terrifying thing about a country is not its weakness, but its loss of national self-confidence.
There is nothing greater than grief. Once we lose our national self-confidence, we will eventually perish.
But if the national self-confidence is still there, everything is possible.
Even if Nigeria is the defeated party now, it can rise again with its national self-confidence!
Thinking of this, Yokono Shizo also felt a surge of blood.
He raised his right arm involuntarily and waved it.
"Mr. Linxia is invincible, and Nigeria is invincible!"
Everyone around responded quickly.
"Mr. Linxia is invincible, and Nigeria is invincible!"
On the other hand, the Chinese camp was completely silent, and everyone had solemn expressions. How could there be any high morale on the Nigerian side?
Mo Linhua's brows were always furrowed and he looked at Yang Haoran worriedly.
"Sir Special Envoy, we have still been fooled by the Nigerians!"
Yang Haoran glanced at him with contempt.
"Until the coffin is sealed, the jury is still out. Do you think Uncle Ling has lost?"
Mo Linhua was stunned: "Is there still a chance to make a comeback?"
Yang Haoran curled his lips: "The plate is always upright, how about flipping it over?"
Mo Linhua's face darkened and he simply said nothing.
Ge Ling touched Yang Haoran at the side and puffed up her chest.
“That Nigerian guy doesn’t look very powerful!
Why don't you let me take action? I should be able to kill him!"
Yang Haoran chuckled: "You are just looking at how difficult it is for people to carry the burden.
Uncle Ling was at least two realms higher than him, and that guy was in a state of being completely suppressed.
There is no chance to show your strength at all, which naturally gives you the illusion that you are not very powerful.
But if you are against him, the situation will be exactly the opposite.
You were the only one who didn’t look very powerful at that time!”
Ge Ling stuck out her tongue, obviously a little unconvinced.
Ling Tianmiao on the battlefield still had a smile on his face.
"Boy, are you stupid? Why don't you do anything?"
Linxia Zhisaburo suddenly woke up and broke into a cold sweat.
He immediately gritted his teeth and stabbed Ling Tianmiao with his sword.
The sword was drawn out so fast that it seemed to outsiders that there was only a sword glow left.
Ling Tianmiao did not use his dragon-patterned cane.
He just smiled contemptuously and easily avoided Linxia Jisaburo's sword, like a willow swinging in the wind.
Linxia Zhisaburo was greatly horrified.
This sword was a sword he thrust with all his strength. Except for his master, no one could dodge it.
This old guy's strength is so terrifying!
But he couldn't allow him to think too much, and there was no turning back when he fired the bow.
The blade of the sword swung horizontally and slashed towards Ling Tianmiao's throat.
The two men, one attacking and the other hiding, soon became entangled.
Because the speed was too fast, outsiders were unable to capture the exact location of the two people.
It looks dazzling, like flying butterflies.
The Nigerian side was filled with cheers and excitement.
"As expected, he is indeed a semi-sage in martial arts. Mr. Linxia's swordsmanship is almost divine.
It’s incredible and incredibly powerful.”
"Yes, look at the Chinese people, they have been completely enveloped by Lord Linxia's sword light.
I can only dodge passively and have no ability to fight back."
"Haha, this is the result of Master Linxia's mercy.
It must be that Lord Linxia wanted to take the opportunity to show off his exquisite swordsmanship and make the Chinese people feel scared.
Otherwise, I would have killed this Chinese man with one sword."
Yokono Shizo was very satisfied and nodded repeatedly.
"Mr. Linxia did a great job, even better than I expected.
It's not surprising that you can kill someone with one sword. The only way to attack your opponent's heart is to make them feel fear and despair!
It is truly a blessing for the country to have talents like Wusheng Oda Takeqiang and Lord Linxia in Nigeria!"
Especially when he saw Mo Linhua on the opposite side looking nervous all the time, Yokono Shizo wanted to laugh out loud.
Although the Chinese won the battlefield, they were destined to suffer a complete defeat in this battle of morale!
But in reality, Linxia Jisaburo already had a look of despair on his face.
No matter how he changes his sword moves or uses any weird attack methods.
They were still unable to do anything to Ling Tianmiao.
Even the tip of the sword was already touching Ling Tianmiao's body.
But there was always a slight difference, allowing Ling Tianmiao to easily escape.
Ling Tianmiao never counterattacked from beginning to end. It was not because he lacked opportunities and strength.
But rather dismissive of him!
This made Linxia Jisaburo feel deeply insulted.
The cheers and shouts of those Nigerian soldiers and warriors were more like a mockery of him.
Like sharp knives, it pierced his heart, bleeding continuously!
"Ah! Why do you want to humiliate me like this?
A scholar can be killed and cannot be humiliated, but you do it!"
Linxia Jisaburo shouted hysterically, he would go crazy if he was tortured any longer!